Phone

The phone was calling,
Singing a stunning song.
Tempted I fall under its spell
I hear voices connected to important things.

When it stops talking it glimmers in the sunlight,
Almost as if it’s the light itself.
Knowing what it has in store,
It persuades me to play with it.
We have so much fun together.

When the sun’s at its bed,
The phone is sleeping and I am half-awake.
I listen to its silent snoring as if it were alive.

The morning sun has arrived.
A bright light in the sky.
The phone was awoken by the sun.
Once again it’s sung out for me.